Chapter 262: Chapter 262

The Emerald Blood Knife transformed into a blade gleam of emerald color, and after tracing a crescent arc, it slashed directly at Ding Fan.

The blade gleam was formidable, with such momentum that no one could survive its slash.

At this moment, Mu Zi tightly closed her eyes, already imagining what Ding Fan would look like after being slain. She couldn't bear to watch the scene.

"He won't die..." Just then, Cheng Bufan, holding onto Mu Zi, spoke in a calm tone...

Upon hearing Cheng Bufan's words, Mu Zi hurriedly opened her eyes. By then, Ding Fan was already enveloped by the emerald blade gleam.

Could he truly not die?

Just then, a burst of bright white light suddenly appeared, dazzlingly brilliant, instantly illuminating the surroundings as if it were daylight.

Following that, a tyrannical force boisterously expanded around. Although Mu Zi and Cheng Bufan were quite far away, the wave of force nearly knocked them both off their feet.

Whish... A wind blade swept past.

The wind driven by the wind blade stirred up the sand and stones on the ground. Soon after, the wind blade collided with the emerald blade gleam unleashed by Ghost Qianzi, following with a dull booming sound.

The fierce collision between the wind blade and the blade gleam lifted the surrounding sand and dust, rendering the arena chaotic and obscuring visibility!

The incredibly brutal fight that had just occurred also came to a halt afterward, leaving the arena eerily quiet.

Cheng Bufan stared intently at the chaotic arena, knowing that the victor had already been decided, but he did not know who the final victor was.

As the dust slowly settled, a figure stood in the arena.

"Kid... you're quite good..." The speaker was Ghost Qianzi, holding the Emerald Blood Knife, his expression grave.

Mu Zi's body involuntarily trembled. Could it be that Ding Fan had been slain?

For a moment, Mu Zi's nose tingled slightly, and her eyes began to redden...

At this moment, Cheng Bufan also had a furrowed brow...

"I told you, you can't kill me..." At this moment, from the distant night, a figure slowly walked over.

Upon hearing this voice, both Mu Zi and Cheng Bufan were invigorated, for whose else could the voice be but Ding Fan's.

As the figure drew nearer, under the moonlight, they could finally see the person's face clearly...

Collected and calm, neither humble nor arrogant, imperturbable... If it wasn't Ding Fan, who else could it be!

"You... you..." As Ding Fan approached, Ghost Qianzi's body began to tremble violently.

Plu... Just then, Ghost Qianzi spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, then propped himself up with the knife, kneeling on one knee on the ground...

"How... How could this be..." Cheng Bufan wore an expression of complete shock on his face.

One must know that Ghost Qianzi was an Earth Level Expert, yet now he was in such disarray, who would believe that he had become after a fierce battle with a young man barely over twenty years old.

"I won't forgive you... I won't forgive you," Ghost Qianzi, eyes blood red, gritted his teeth as he spoke to Ding Fan on the side.

"Unfortunately, you no longer have the chance," Ding Fan said as he casually waved his right hand.

Following that, a sharp, air-cutting noise immediately slashed down.

Splat... as the wind blade passed, Ghost Qianzi's body was directly split into two halves, blood spewing out... clearly, Ghost Qianzi was dead beyond any doubt.

At this moment, Mu Zi was completely dumbfounded.

To confirm that she was not seeing things, Mu Zi even rubbed her eyes.

Ding Fan had actually slain an Earth Level Expert, an Earth Level Expert!

At this moment, Mu Zi felt goosebumps all over her body.

In the entire groups three, four, five, six, and seven, no one could confront an Earth Level Expert, let alone slay one at this time.

Mu Zi glanced at Ding Fan. She knew he was strong, but she truly hadn't expected that at such a young age, he would be this powerful...

At this moment, Cheng Bufan was also in a daze.

Cheng Bufan, true to his name, considered himself extraordinary, and indeed he had cause for his pride. In his life, he had admired very few people.

His connection with Ding Fan had merely started because Ding Fan had recognized the value of his paintings in an antique shop; true connoisseurs are hard to find in this world...

Cheng Bufan felt the fluctuations of vital energy coming from Ding Fan...

Indeed, Cheng Bufan also had Divine Sense; he too was a Cultivator, which was why he brought Ding Fan to the underground auction.

Even the self-important Cheng Bufan was now intimidated by Ding Fan's cultivation level: first an abnormal movement technique, then exquisite Martial Skills, and now turning wind into blades...

The shock Ding Fan gave him was truly incessant; Cheng Bufan simply did not know how much more Ding Fan had in store to astonish him...

After dealing with Ghost Qianzi, Ding Fan leaned down and picked up the Emerald Blood Knife lying beside Ghost Qianzi.

This Emerald Blood Knife was a Soul Refining Instrument; prolonged use would cause even the wielder to lose their true nature, so such a thing should not remain in this world.

Thereupon, Ding Fan forcibly destroyed the Emerald Blood Knife with both hands, ensuring that it would not fall into the wrong hands.

Mu Zi, watching from the side as the Emerald Blood Knife was destroyed right before her, felt a pang of regret—that was a Spiritual Artifact, after all...

A Spiritual Artifact was just destroyed by Ding Fan like that.

After destroying the Emerald Blood Knife, Ding Fan searched Ghost Qianzi and found that Ghost Qianzi, as a landlord, was carrying a storage-type Magic Artifact, which was a storage bag. Although it was no match for Ding Fan's storage ring, in the Secular World, such an item was considered a rare Magical Treasure.

Ding Fan then scanned the contents of the storage bag. Inside, there were quite a few Spirit Stones and some Spirit Grass, but these items were all quite ordinary. Without much thought, Ding Fan handed all these items to Mu Zi, who stood nearby.

Mu Zi's eyes widened. "Brother Fan, are you giving these to me?"

Ding Fan nodded. "If you don't like them, you can choose not to take them."

"How... how could I possibly not like them!" Mu Zi cherished the storage bag and held it close to her chest.

A storage-type Magic Artifact was an exceedingly rare treasure in the Secular World; even Elder Shen, the leader of groups three, five, six, and seven, didn't possess such a treasure.

The reason Mu Zi had found it hard to believe was because of this. Such a treasured item, and yet Ding Fan just casually gave it and the Spirit Stones inside to her.

This generosity was simply too lavish...

"Brother Fan, I love you to death... Let me stay by your side from now on." After tucking the storage bag away, Mu Zi hopped over, grabbing Ding Fan's arm, fluttering her lovely eyes, and said with a pleasing manner.

Mu Zi could see that there were benefits in following Ding Fan. Ding Fan had only been in Yanjing for a few days, yet she already acquired a Spiritual Artifact and a storage bag. In the entire groups three, five, six, and seven, who was wealthier than her? Even Mu Wuhui, she thought, would be green with envy if he knew she had such treasures.

Ding Fan, feeling somewhat speechless, looked at the Little Witch beside him. Keeping her by his side? That phrase sounded somewhat awkward. At first listen, it almost sounded like some kind of promise...

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With Cheng Bufan still nearby, it was impossible for Ding Fan to allow Mu Zi to continue her mischief. He feigned seriousness and coughed before saying, "Arrange for someone to handle this place, or we'll face trouble tomorrow...

With so many people dead here, there would naturally be trouble if we left it unattended.

Although Ding Fan could also use his Fireball Technique, having survived many years in the Cultivation World taught him a principle: the more he kept hidden, the greater his chances of survival.

If it weren't for Ghost Qianzi forcing him into a corner just now, Ding Fan wouldn't have resorted to using the Wind Blade...

Mu Zi glanced at the several corpses around them. Although she was reluctant, she made a call right away.

Naturally, the call was to the logistics department of groups three, five, six, and seven, which typically handled post-battle clean-ups for the group. Dealing with corpses was just a minor task for them.

"Brother Ding, profound and inscrutable, I, Cheng Bufan, pride myself on being extraordinary, but I truly respect you." Cheng Bufan approached Ding Fan.

Ding Fan responded to Cheng Bufan with a smile, "Brother Cheng is also deeply unpredictable... If it weren't for the intense battle with Ghost Qianzi earlier, where Brother Cheng occasionally displayed his cultivation, I would still be kept in the dark..."

During his battle with Ghost Qianzi, there had been several life-threatening moments; Cheng Bufan had mobilized his vital energy a few times, seemingly ready to intervene whenever Ding Fan was in peril.

It was precisely at that moment that Ding Fan had noticed Cheng Bufan's aura with his Divine Sense.

Cheng Bufan did not deny it, merely smiled lightly. "Although Brother Ding and I haven't known each other for long, I feel like we share similar aspirations. I presumptuously wish to become sworn brothers with you; what do you think about this?"

"Good, I also harbor the same intention," said Ding Fan, nodding.

Cheng Bufan carried a proud air. While not exactly righteous and awe-inspiring, he had an indomitable spirit...

Although their acquaintance was brief, the calligraphy and painting in the antique shop left a vivid impression on Ding Fan; the brushwork was bold and the emotions evocative...

Cheng Bufan, a figure of heroic bearing, was someone Ding Fan genuinely admired from his heart.

As Cheng Bufan and Ding Fan were about to become sworn brothers, Mu Zi also wanted to join in, but words from Ding Fan made her reconsider.

Men become brothers when sworn in, but it signifies marriage when done between men and women...

Upon hearing this, Mu Zi stuck out her tongue and then refrained from interfering.

Ding Fan and Cheng Bufan then shared their ages; Cheng Bufan was three years older than Ding Fan, so Cheng Bufan would be the elder brother and Ding Fan the younger brother. Right then, they faced north and performed the ritual of kowtowing, swearing brotherhood...